What Rachel doesn't know...

You start to roll your eyes, readying a derisive quip to blow this jerk off, when an interesting thought crosses your mind. What better way to get back at Rachel for her little trick in the locker room than to help her boyfriend stray even further off the path.

Much as you hate this prick, it just might be worth it to see the look on that bitch's face when she hears about it.

Sean stands there, cocky look on his face, and one hand lazily stroking the growing bulge in his pants.

You saunter over to him, the effect of Belinda's dress causing Sean's eyebrow to raise.

You get close, and whisper to him, "You just make sure the coast is clear; I'll be waiting."

Sean sniggers excitedly to himself, and you feel the flat of his palm slap your ass, kneading your flesh through the fabric. You feel him questing further south, but you push away and slip into the classroom before his fingers have a chance to slip into you.

The classroom seems deserted, and you take a moment to breath and calm yourself down. If you're going to do this, it has to be done right. If you lose control of the situation, you're jsut going to wind up in an even more embarassing situation than yesterday.

The sound of the door opening causes you to jump, your hand knocking something over on the desk. Before you even a chance to recognize what it is, you snatch at it to keep it from hitting the ground. Your fingers wrap around the solid girth, and you reel around, apologizing.

"Fantasizing over what you've lost, Parker?" The newcomer asks. And you blush as you realize you're brandishing a model of a thick, erect penis. You look around, and sigh. Of course it's the sex-ed room...

"I can help you out with that, you know," says...